Thursday, March 24, 2011
I had every intention of getting out today and running all over town.
But with a text and phone call my plans changed, and I sighed with great relief. It feels good to have a day to just be at home without a full agenda.
So I've crafted and sewed and made homemade bread. I folded laundry and went for a run, while the kids rode their bikes.
And since I started this blog post, I've had two different friends stop-by for a quick chat.
All day long my windows have been open and the cool breeze has mingled through each room. I love it when the curtains blow gently in soft little waves.
This good day. It is a gift. One filled with friends, and work, and leisure and beautiful things to see....
And that this good day should happen in my favorite time of year... when the browns of winter give way to greens; and the promise of blossom is hanging on the vine.
It fills me with excitement for today and hope for tomorrow, when cool mornings will soon be warm and we'll eat popsicles at night while we watch the fireflies glow - when we have to wash the dirt off our bare-feet before bed.
Even if those warm-ish days are still far away, I'm content.
I am thankful for this good day.